Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Adele~ “What's the matter?” The three of them were already in Mark's office. They were freaking out over something. Thinking it was because our launch flopped, I sighed, saying, “It's okay if nobody comes. We'll just do the launch next time. As for the food and drinks, I was thinking we could send them to the orphanage—”Emily shoved a phone into my hands. “Stop talking already, Ma’am CEO?”“L–look at that,” Sarah stammered, pointing at the screen like there was a ghost.I frowned. It was a well known influencer with millions of followers speaking excitedly. But upon listening closely, I realized she was talking about Gaya and a beach resort.It says that Gaya, the fashion queen, has dropped a photo after months of silence, while the public and fans she might not even know she had were begging for a glimpse of her next move.And this time, she delivered with a bang. The screen showed Gaya’s media post: she was wearing the same outfit from earlier, just that this time, her crazy bol

Adele~I forgot Silver! Lord! They must have left already. Glancing around the lobby, I couldn't find Gaya, nor the two men they came with. This is bad, I mused as I bolted to search for them, leaving Emily and the others baffled. However, when I rushed to the quiet section that was separated from the lobby by glass doors, I found Silver still focused on the sketchpad. But this time, she wasn't sketching. She was using colored pencils. Gaya sat on a different table. She was discussing whatnot with Elijah and Elias. I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, seeing how none of them looked angry over my lack of hospitality. I approached her carefully and sat opposite her. The drawing was alive now. Detroit West – her father. It was no longer just a shadowy outline. The sketch now bloomed with deep reds and burnt oranges, warm brown undertones smudged beneath his cheekbones, and his eyes…those unmistakable, calculating eyes, seemed to stare right back from the paper.Heavens! T

Silver~The car sped through the roads. I didn't ask where we were going. I knew without a doubt that Gaya and Co would deliver me safely to my family.My fingers brushed over the drawing of my father. It was better than the one I made for his birthday. It was less stiff and more alive. His shoulders had the right depth now and it pictures exactly how my father stood in suit. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. This one was him.“You like her, don't you?” Gaya asked from the seat opposite mine.I didn’t lift my head. I didn’t need to ask who she meant.Adele.I didn’t want to admit it. But I liked her.She was a good artist. That was undeniable. There were things I could learn from her. Unlike my West family who knew nothing about art. There was Mia, who squealed at everything I drew, even with glaring errors, my great grandma, who just went along with me but didn't know where the errors were. All she saw was the beauty like every non-artist.Then, there was my grandma who repeatedly to

Ryan~ “The Grand Opening of Coastal Sonata Retreat,” the anchor announced, voice reverent. “An astonishing achievement in both luxury design and emotional wellness, the retreat has stunned industry veterans worldwide. Designed under the artistic leadership of Adele Ford, this oasis marries architectural serenity with heartfelt storytelling. The surprise guest appearance of fashion oracle Gaya sent waves across the global elite, instantly elevating the retreat to iconic status.” The screen flicked to clips of Adele and her co-staff smiling as they attended to some guests. They were most definitely not aware that they were being filmed and shown on live TV. Elegant guests crying and clapping during the retreat’s emotional “Welcome Ritual,” which included scenes touring the rooms and environment, testing the menu, and spa sections. Then, there was a shot that stilled David's heart. It was a clip of three individuals; two women and one man. “Remy, Leila and Hara…?!” Ryan kne

Detroit~“We did as you instructed, boss,” Elias reported calmly. “Hm,” Detroit responded without lifting his head from the document he was reading. Picking his pen, he ruled over some miscalculations with a slight frown between his brows. Still, he asked, “And the press?”“Impressed. Stunned, even,” Elias replied with the barest hint of a smirk. “The launch’s coverage is all over the place. Coastal Sonata Retreat is trending in every relevant industry sector. The articles are practically worshipping her.”Detroit's pen hovered over the page, lips curled slightly, but not in amusement. He didn’t care for worship. He cared for Results. And Adele? She had delivered spectacularly.When Detroit saw the new look of her resort, he knew she had what it took to make it in the business world. Nothing impressed Detroit anymore but Adele kept surprising him. And as a business genius, he could tell that she was a profitable investment. He had ensured Adele’s success not out of charity or rom